Chapter 527 (1/1)
The presence known as king Tsui did not mean to leave behind the leaves that covered his body. He looked down at Marcus and Atwood, and his voice sounded again, ”King Cui is what you call me. I never wanted to rule or manage this place. Man, you are not a resident here. You don't need to call me by this name. You can call me my mortal name, Glen
Hearing that King Cui, who was so respected by the old elves and even regarded as the king, let himself call his name, Marcus's nerves were tense immediately, and the shrewd hand of the grey Lion King regained control of his thoughts. He looked at the green wand around him, of course, unable to see any expression on the hair covered face of the latter, then lowered his head deeply and said in the most humble voice his body could utter, ”this is my pleasure, your majesty Glen.”
”Only Glen, no, your majesty.” Cuiwang didn't sound very happy. His voice was raised a few points. And with his will, the whole forest branches also began to shake, a large number of leaves fell from the air, making the forest more psychedelic.
But the illusion was limited to onlookers, and Marcus didn't find the scene interesting. Although he didn't know why, his address was undoubtedly infuriating the king. The king's hand looked blankly at Atwood, and he thought that the address he had just given was the most comprehensive one could think of. He didn't understand why the other party was angry. As for calling a ruler by name, it was not in Marcus's choice at the beginning. His education made him dare not do so.
Green stick obviously noticed this. He understood that Glenn's words were not polite, and Marcus's modesty was not pretended. They were just living in different environments. One was used to treating all the people he met as friends in his dreams, while the other was still limited by the clear hierarchy of human society. That's why the old elf felt he had to come. He had to make sure that there was a dialogue between them.
”Since your majesty asked you to call his name, you can call him. He is different from any king in your society and will not be offended by it. ”
Marcus, the mushroom man, nodded helplessly, ”well, if you wish. Glen, right? ”
Branches and leaves, stopped shaking, those floating in the air have not yet fallen to the ground under the influence of invisible forces, randomly attached to the nearby trees. Curiously, Marcus clearly saw a poplar leaf in a jujube tree after stopping from the stem of a new feeling, natural and the latter fusion together. But the king's hand did not know why he should be surprised. He even began to think that the scene was a normal situation. Marcus decided to leave as soon as possible before the feeling further affected him.
”I think we should get back to business. You said that we have found the cause of my headache. What kind of disease does this refer to
”Disease? No, no, no, no, it's not a disease. ” Cuiwang's body writhes uneasily behind the leaves, which feels like a cheetah peeping at its prey, looking for the opportunity to attack. ”It's not a disease. A disease is a non benign change in your body, which can be aging, mutation, or something else. But it must have come from the body. But now, you should still feel a headache, right? It's just that it feels so vague that you can't be sure. ”
With such a reminder, Marcus did feel something that affected him. It was a strong sense of distortion, which made him unable to take things seriously in his dreams. But is this and the real headache due to a reason? Marcus is not sure. And just as he struggled, Atwood spoke again.
”No doubt, no one will come here as calm and indifferent as you are. Marcus Taylor Riel, this so-called dream is actually more real than the world you know. And your wisdom and flaunted reason can't make you immune from vulgarity, so there must be some other reason to prevent you from further contact with the world. ”
”But what would that be?” Marcus was completely confused. He gave up understanding the secret language dialogue between King Cui and green stick and went straight for the answer. He would not have done this in normal times, but now he can't think about it.
”Soul, there's something wrong with your soul. People from the north. ” King Tsui or Glen said, holding out a scaly finger like a lizard and shaking it gently, ”you should look at yourself so that you can understand.”
”Crash!” The ground in front of Marcus began to show holes, and the branches and leaves that made up the ground retreated around like creatures, revealing a clear spring below. The spring that gushed from the white clouds became the best mirror to show the present appearance of the king's hand. In general, Marcus already knew that he looked like a mushroom with hands and feet, but in King Cui's mirror, he found something he couldn't see by observing his limbs.
It's a lot of dark purple mildew with complicated patterns, which are densely distributed on Marcus's side, inside of joints, and other places that are hard to see directly. These molds are like earthworms, wriggling under the mushroom man's skin, giving people an impulse to pick them out with a knife.”What are these!” Marcus grabs the spot of the mildew with his hand, but he doesn't touch anything, which makes him crazy. He turns around and asks the others loudly.
”They are a part of your soul, a part that belongs to you but does not belong to you. In short, that's the wisdom you get from the devil. ” Said ARTWOOD in a deep voice.
”You mean my headache is caused by them? But why? They've never hurt me like this. Is it the devil who retaliates against me The king's hand kept asking in horror. He didn't care how the old elf knew his connection with the devil, but he cared about the influence of the devil's wisdom on himself. He was afraid that what had been asked about cheese would happen, that he would lose his intelligence and become a fool.
”Calm down, man. Calm down. ” King Tsui's voice has an inviolable power, which calms Marcus in panic. ”The fact is contrary to what you worry about. The devil is dead, and the wisdom you get now really falls into your hands.”